Hari Singh's House

The arrival time of HariSingh house was, of course, more special. This time it was his wife who met the man of the house, her man. The oldest daughter was with him didn't make a special gesture. At the door of his house were his nearest neighbors, who lived right next door. Here children and others crowded the narrow street to see the day's events unfold. The wife purified me to enter into the house and blessed me to come with her husband's safe hand. The lady wore a beautiful veil and a spectacular outfit which certainly had been spruced up for the occasion. The looks of complacency and complicity between the man and his wife that I witnessed during the period of the greeting was priceless.